Last night I went to move the car I've been trying to trade in... and it didn't start.
Okay. Fine. Let's get a jump, and drive it three blocks to the place that wants to give me $350 for parts. Now you may not know this, but the designers of the oldsmobile cutlass supreme thought it would be a good idea to put the battery under the windshield washer fluid. Well I couldn't get it jumped. The possibility of getting a friend to pull it didn't pan out either.
This morning I was able to arrange to sell it as a junker for $250, which will almost cover the cost of the two tickets for expired tabs I've gotten since this whole adventure started.
When I'm done, I walk out the door feeling surprisingly good. The situation sucks, but it's finally over. As I pass in car that will be leaving my life tomorrow morning I notice one more ticket. Something tells me in adventure is not yet over.